Rating: R/NC-17 (getting a bit racy now)eventually
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimers: I do not own any of these characters. JK is the lucky one who does, and she is our goddess
Author notes and ramblings: Pre-OotP, so I guess it’s AU now and Draco is ooc. I know it, I can admit it, but I like it this way.
It had been almost two weeks and although they studied in the same room nightly, they hadn't spoken to each other since they had arrived. Hermione considered it a blessing. It was common knowledge that he and his family served Voldemort, while she was best friends with "the boy that lived". Harry was the Dark Lord's downfall the first time. He was back and they knew that very soon, all Hell would break loose.
Hermione spent most of her time in the early evening playing games with Harry and Ron, in the Gryffindor common room. Sometimes, she would sit and talk to Ginny about Harry and her brother. Ginny and Harry had been dating for almost a year now. Although she was quite happy for them, she knew more about Harry than she had ever wanted to. But as revenge, she would tell Ginny things about her brother. That usually resulted in, "Hermione, ugh. I didn't want to know that." Hermione would just snicker at her, or rather, the look of disgust on Ginny’s face.
She came in early one night, right after dinner. It was a Saturday night but she had a test in Arithmancy on Monday. Walking in, she began to take off her cloak, and stopped. Malfoy was singing. It took her off guard a bit that he was singing an Italian opera. She put her cloak down on her bed and grabbed her books. His throaty baritone continued as she sat down to study. She looked up as the bathroom door opened.
She stared transfixed as he stepped out of the bathroom, vigorously drying his silvery hair with a dark green towel. He was completely nude, wearing only that towel. Her eyes traveled from his head to his shoulders, his sculpted chest and stomach, then to his member. "Oh. Oh my..." she whispered. He cocked his head at her and smirked. He casually wrapped the towel around his waist, tucking it between itself and his hip bone. He smoothed his hair back from his face as she continued to stare. "You're early." was all he said to her as he walked into his room.
His door shut and she could hear the opera continue. Her mind raced as she tried to rationalize what had just happened. Did she just see Malfoy naked? Of course, he didn't seem to be bothered at all that she had seen him. Did he often walk to his room naked after a bath? At that thought, she smiled. Draco Malfoy or not, it would be a crime not to enjoy the view. She chuckled to herself, "Some men were born very lucky."
She pointed her wand at the fireplace, "Incendio." The fireplace was charmed so that the fire went out automatically at dawn. Hermione turned the page and started taking detailed notes. Her concentration wavered a bit when Draco came out of his bedroom fifteen minutes later. He was wearing a pair of black silk pajamas. The matching robe was tied loosely around his waist, she noticed as he pulled out the chair across from her. While it wasn’t unusual for either of them to be sitting in their pajamas in their common area, it was a bit difficult for Hermione to keep her mind on her work.
Malfoy said nothing about it that night but, every time he caught Granger looking at him, he smirked. She couldn't get the image out of her head. When she caught herself staring at him for what must have been the fiftieth time, she put her quill down and walked into the bathroom. She closed the door and leaned her back against it. "Two weeks in, if you don't get a grip…" she chastised herself. Little did she know that Malfoy thought that turnabout was fair play. Accidental or intentional, he gave it a week before he took matters into his own hands.
A week passed with no glimpse of naked skin. Hermione was much too modest for that. So Saturday morning, when she went to bathe, Draco was ready. She walked out of her room, robe tied securely over her white cotton pajamas. He was sitting at the table with his DADA book open in front of him. Looking over he gave a polite, but careless, nod, “Good morning.” She returned the greeting with the same uninterested tone as he turned back to his book.
As soon as he heard the bathroom door close behind him he hastened to his room. He shut the door as quietly as he could manage. "Transpariendo." he whispered at wall. This was a spell he had learned from his father. The ability to look through walls undetected came in handy. He lay down on his bed, ready to watch the show.
Hermione walked to the edge of the tub. It was as big as a small swimming pool. She pulled the tap for the water and the one for pink bubbles. She had her back to him and pulled her robe off her shoulders. It fell into a delicate crimson puddle by her feet. He watched her as she pulled her pajama top off and tossed it close to the wall. He was quite pleased to see that she had rounded out in all the right places. He was thoroughly enjoying this view, as the most he had seen of her before were her knees. She swiftly removed her pants and kicked them aside. She kneeled down to turn off the spouts. "Too bad she's a Gryffindor." he whispered, shifting himself to ease the pressure that was growing.
She had eased into the luxurious mounds of bubbles to the swell of her breasts, when suddenly she had an overwhelming feeling that someone was watching her. She drew her arms up to cover herself and sunk a bit lower into the suds. Looking around, Hermione saw nothing. Nothing definitely saw her. He watched, this nothing, until she pulled the chain to let the water out. He quickly cleared the spell with a wave of his wand and raced back to their common room. He sat down and adjusted himself so that his arousal couldn’t easily be seen.
Draco heard the door open behind him; he heard her soft footsteps behind him. He lifted his head slightly and smiled at her. She smiled back, a little surprised. 'A real smile? Who is he trying to fool?' she thought, but in spite of herself, the corners of her mouth lifted.